When I crossed the bridge from Český Těšín to Cieszyn, a few steps connecting two countries, it was not lost on me that this was kind of a big deal. It wasn’t just about adding a new country to my passport (“The United States of America” the border agent hissed when I handed the blue book to him) but rather an experience that I couldn’t necessarily replicate at home. You have to stop and acknowledge these moments when they occur. We rarely do it, though. Life just shuffles us along, shunting us down the path toward the hereafter. We forget to remember.
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